Love is a Gift (6/6) W/X NC17

Title: Love is a Gift

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: None of note

Pairing: X/W/B

Summary: Sequel to ‘All Saints Day’

Warnings: NC17 (Lots of sex, like that’s a surprise.)

Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Ecstasy Network.

Author’s Note: Ok, here it is as promised—My Christmas present to you all! This little Christmas treat is 99.9% angst-free, stuffed with fluff, coated in syrupy sweetness, and chock-full of sexy goodness!

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Part 6

“This is almost exactly what I pictured Christmas would be like,” I whispered joyfully in my lover’s ear.

“It is nice,” she agreed. “I never really dreamed about the Christmas part, but I could imagine Hanukkah being like this...if I had parents like Buffy’s mom!”

“Ok, another round of nog!” Mrs. Summers announced as she re-entered the room.

We both turned to look at her, and I could see Willow’s face reflecting the appreciation that I was feeling for Buffy’s mom.

“What?” she asked in the face of our stares.

“Thank you so much for having us over!” Willow immediately gushed, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

My own voice was a bit choked up as I added, “Yeah, thanks Mrs. S. This really has been the best Christmas morning ever!”

Especially since I usually wake up on Christmas alone, in a sleeping bag in my back yard.

“Great, now she’s gonna cry!” Buffy groused, not fooling anyone with her mock-ire.

I was surprised when Mrs. Summers stuck her tongue out at Buffy, but it definitely broke the mood, causing Will and me to laugh.

“Mom!” Buffy protested, causing our laughter to increase until she finally joined in herself.

When we all finished catching our breath, Mrs. Summers said, “Well, I think that’s all the presents except for whatever you two got each other,” she trailed off with a slightly worried look before adding, “That is if it’s something that can be opened in public.”

I laughed, but didn’t miss Willow’s blush. “Don’t worry Mrs. S,” I reassured her. “Mine’s pretty much G-rated.”

I produced the small, flat box that I’d set aside earlier.

“Oh, Xander! It’s so pretty!” she ‘ooh’ed and ‘ahh’ed over it.

“Well, I had help wrapping it,” I admitted, mouthing a very sincere ‘Thank you!’ to Mrs. Summers. Her smile back caused warm—fuzzy feelings in my chest. I wondered if it was possible to fall in maternal-love with someone.

Turning my attention back to Will, I watched her neatly slice the tape with her fingernails, unfolding the paper as she always did despite my attempts to get her to just rip her presents open.

“Wow!” she exhaled as the red velvet box was revealed.

The pendant only came with a cardboard box, but I’d taken the liberty of ‘borrowing’ one of my mother’s old jewelry boxes, and once I’d gotten the dust off, it was pretty nice.

I watched her face carefully as she slowly opened the box. I didn’t want to miss a single _expression_.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped just a little bit as she gasped softly. “Oh Xander!” she exclaimed softly before turning to look at me.

I was nearly undone by the way she drew in part of her lower lip, biting the quivering pink flesh softly with her front teeth. Her eyes were wide open and shiny with tears that threatened to spill out onto her flushed cheeks...I don’t think she’d ever looked more lovely.

I licked my suddenly dry lips and my voice was hoarse as I said, “Open it up.”

Again I watched, filled with happiness as her tears fell. I knew they were tears of joy.

“Xander, it’s beautiful!” she said with a sniffle and a trembling smile.

“You’re beautiful!” I said with deep emotional intensity. “Let me put it on you?” I asked.

She turned her back to me and lifted her hair with one hand as she handed me the locket with the other. I placed it around her neck and it took me a moment to clasp it, as my hands were trembling just a little bit. When I did get it closed, I placed a soft kiss to the delicious skin at the nape of her neck and whispered, “I love you so much Will, every day I’m happy 'cause you’re in my life!”

She turned back around and the smile that graced her face was exactly what I’d been dreaming of seeing this morning. My Christmas fantasy was now fulfilled.

“Well, let us see it!” Mrs. Summers excited voice pulled me back to reality, and the realization that we weren’t alone here.

When I turned towards the Summers ladies, I saw a warm happy smile on the elder, and a look of longing on the younger that made it feel like my heart was squeezing in my chest.

‘We definitely made the right decision,’ I thought as Willow giddily bounced over to them, happily displaying her gift.

“That’s a lovely picture!” Mrs. Summers said as she looked at it.

Will and I did one of those photo-booth things a few weeks ago and one of the shots had caught this perfect moment when we were looking into each-other’s eyes and our laughter had faded into this amazingly loving look. It was absolutely perfect, and we couldn’t have planned it better.

She’d lamented that it was too small to really blow up and frame, as she’d wanted the moment we saw it develop. That made the lucky locket find just that much more perfect.

“You own my heart, X heart W,” Buffy read the engraving aloud. “What’s with the number eight on it’s side?” she asked, sounding confused.

“That’s the symbol for eternity, Buffy,” Willow corrected.

“Xander loves Willow forever,” Mrs. Summers translated. “Oh, that’s so sweet!”

‘How much does Mrs. S rock?’ I thought, shaking my head in wonder. Who else would be so completely supportive of her daughter’s friends? The woman actually put us in the same room for a sleep-over, knowing full well we’d be making with the sex.

I could only hope she’d be anywhere near as supportive if Will and I were successful in seducing her daughter.

“So, what about Xander’s present?” Mrs. Summers asked after a minute.

“Um...I,” Willow stammered, turning bright red.

Poor Will...still, I can’t help but love seeing her blush like that.

Buffy laughed. “I think Xander has to unwrap Willow if he wants to see his present,” she said teasingly.

“Oh my,” Mrs. Summers said, coughing lightly and fanning her face with her hand as she blushed a bit herself.

Willow covered her face with her hands. “I’m so embarrassed!” came out slightly muffled, provoking Buffy to laugh even harder.

I abstained from laughter by picturing the possibilities—It sounded like my Victoria's Secret fantasies were coming true!

“You’re the one that talked me into it!” Willow pouted, pointing her finger accusingly at the laughing Slayer.

“Hmm, on that note, I think I’ll go get ready to go,” Mrs. Summers said, still flushed, but smiling.

Looking back at the two most important people in my life, I thought, ‘I wonder if Buffy got something sexy to wear too...If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get to unwrap two presents tonight!’

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“Are we still,” Willow stopped short, her voice betraying her nervousness.

“Yeah...yeah,” I started, feeling a little edgy myself. “I mean, you still want to, right?”

“I do, I just...what do we...I mean, how do we start?” she asked.

Buffy’s mom had been gone almost an hour and we’d just kinda hung out, veging in front of the TV. Buffy finally got up, mumbling that she needed to use the little girls room, whereupon we’d started our whispering plan-making.

“Well, I like your mistletoe idea,” I said, gesturing toward said plant hanging above the doorway that Buffy would be coming back through into the living room.

“Oh, yeah...right,” Willow nodded. “Uh, so...who goes first? Or, or both at once?”

“I think you should be first,” I whispered. “I mean, I’ll go first if you want, but she was definitely giving you the eye when she was talking about my present.”

“Yeah?” she said, blushing and grinning at the same time.

“Oh yeah,” I assured her. “I’m really, really looking forward to unwrapping you, by the way!” I said with a leer.

“Oh, me too!” she agreed. “Maybe, hopefully...maybe you can both unwrap me?”

I couldn’t restrain a whimper at the thought.

“Oh, ok, I’m gonna...uh...go stand over there,” she said, getting to her feet.

She stood there looking awkward for about thirty seconds before I thought, ‘No way is this gonna work. She’s freaking out...hell I’m freaking out watching her!’

Hearing the toilet flush, I suddenly leapt to my feet and rushed over, sweeping my love into a passionate kiss.

She clutched to me tightly and I was in heaven, as per usual when kissing this sexy woman. I broke the kiss when I heard the sink turn off, knowing Buffy would be coming out momentarily.

“Wha...why?” Willow asked, looking up at me confused.

I smiled broadly at the adorable look on her face. “Both, I think,” I whispered in response.

Relief was clear on her face as she smiled back.

I centered us in the doorway and began to give her little teasing kisses, waiting for the Buffster to join us.

“Ok guys,” Buffy’s voice sounded both amused and annoyed. “You’re kinda blocking the way here!”

“Oops, sorry, I mumbled, gently pushing Will back against the doorframe as I stepped back against the opposite leaving a Buffy sized gap between us.

My heart was hammering in my chest and I struggled to stay calm—at least outwardly.

Buffy looked up at me like I was a puzzle to be solved for just a moment, then shrugged and walked between us.

I quickly stuck out my arm, making sure I was well clear of her chest—didn’t want Slayer-induced bodily harm before I could explain myself.

“Uh, Buff?” I asked with a raspy voice. “You forgot something.”

“What are you talking about Xander?” she asked with narrowed eyes, hands on her hips and looking about two seconds from violence.

Willow’s arms came around Buffy’s torso, just under her breasts, and hugged the Slayer tightly to her—displaying a boldness that I would never have expected, but which I seriously appreciated at that moment. “Look up Buffy,” she softly whispered.

Buffy’s eyes widened and she looked back down at me with surprise, and I think even a little fear in her _expression_.

“You know it’s bad luck to ignore mystical old traditions,” Willow continued, filling me with pride at her creativity. Then she pushed the Slayer toward me, adding, “We of all people should avoid bad luck, don’t you think?”

I’d thought Willow was going to go first, but I couldn’t really complain.

Kissing Buffy was different than kissing Willow. She’s got this kind of overbite thing, and my first try I only really got her upper lip—plus she didn’t really kiss back. So, I kind of cupped her chin and tipped her head back a little bit and that time I got a pretty good kiss in. The third time really was a charm—she gave this soft moan, and her mouth opened up against mine and then there was definite tongue. Only the tips, really—neither of us delving very deeply, but she was definitely kissing me back and it was nice...not Willow nice, but there was clearly potential there.

“Hey, feeling kinda left-out here,” my lover’s voice caused me to break away with a smile.

“My bad, Will, it’s your turn,” I answered her.

Buffy’s stunned look hadn’t left completely, but I saw powerful desire in those deep green eyes.

I stepped to the side as Buffy turned in Willow’s arms, wanting to see my fantasies come to life. It was better than I’d imagined. I’d pictured sexy—and it was, incredibly so—but this was more than just lust. It was almost as though I could feel Willow’s love for Buffy as a physical thing, and Buffy’s longing was like a empty space that Willow was filling up right before my eyes.

“Mmm, Buffy-smoochies!” Willow hummed with delight when they broke apart some interminable time later.

“I...wha-what just happened here?” Buffy asked, bewildered.

“We love you,” Willow said with a happy sigh.

“And we want you to be happy,” I added.

“And we figured out that you’ve been having warm-fuzzy feelings for us,” Will added with a smile.

“So, Merry Christmas!” I finished the thought.

“This is a Christmas present?” Buffy asked, incredulous. “A kiss under the mistletoe?”

“A kiss is just the warmup,” Willow said saucily.

“And it’s more than just a Christmas present,” I added. “It’s forever, if you want it,” I explained, suddenly nervous once again.

“I don’t understand,” Buffy cried softly, sounding confused and a little overwhelmed.

“Xander and I want the two of us to become the three of us,” Willow explained.

“And me is the three?” Buffy still sounded confused.

“Look at me, Buffy,” Willow instructed. “I want you to answer me honestly, ok?”

“Uh...ok,” Buffy answered.

“Do you love me?” Will asked straight out.

“Yes, but” Buffy started.

“Do you want me?” Willow overrode her protest.

“I...uh,” Buffy trailed off, blushing mightily. After a moment of Willow’s silent stare, she nodded slightly, her head just barely moving.

Willow smiled brightly and looked to me as if to say, ‘your turn.’

I once again cupped Buffy’s chin, gently turning her toward me. “Do you love me, Buffy?” I asked, ninety percent sure the answer was yes, and trying to ignore the other ten percent that had my stomach in knots.

“Yes,” she answered piteously, almost like she thought she’d get in trouble for it.

Her yes answer bolstered my confidence about a thousand percent.

“Do you want me as much a I want you?” I asked, my voice deep and raspy.

“I...yes,” she said and the yearning in her voice filled me with heat.

A quick glance at Willow showed me that she was just as excited and eager for this as I was.

Incredibly emboldened, I asked, “Do you want Willow and me to take you upstairs—right now—and make love to you all afternoon long?”

We both held our breath as we waited for her answer.

The mighty Slayer was trembling, but her voice was clear and strong as she answered, “Yes, please!”

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In retrospect, I could only admit to amazement that we hadn’t torn Buffy’s clothes off and immediately ravished her.

Willow took her hand and led her up the stairs to the guest room as I followed, keeping my hands firmly on her hips. I’m not sure why; maybe I was afraid she’d disappear and I’d wake from this incredible dream.

“Would you help me undress Willow?” I asked, feeling silly, but thinking that maybe she’d feel more comfortable if she wasn’t the first one naked.

“Ok,” she nodded, still looking a little scared, but definitely aroused.

We stripped Will slowly, Buffy following my lead and kissing that incredibly sexy flesh as each new area was uncovered until she was trembling with desire.

Willow eagerly helped me do the same to Buffy, causing gasps and small cries as we took the time to suckle her breasts before kissing our way down her stomach and slowly sliding down her panties.

Patience was gone by that time and I quickly shed my clothes while Will laid Buffy back on the bed and went back to those luscious breasts—high, firm and creamy white in contrast to her tanned flesh elsewhere. Her nipples and areolas were the color of milk chocolate and I couldn’t help but think of Hershey’s kisses.

“I wanna watch you,” Willow trailed off, nodding her head toward the juncture of Buffy’s thighs.

The Slayer gasped, and then moaned at Willow’s words.

“You’re going to love this Buff!” Willow gushed. “He’s really, really good at this!”

I think my own skin was approaching the color of her hair at that compliment. I could only hope that I lived up to the hype. She smelled different than Willow did, but still mouthwatering. I parted her furred flesh with my fingers and began tentatively licking.

Oh she was definitely wet, and highly responsive too, already thrashing a bit and moaning out loud and I’d barely started.

It was weird having an audience. Will seemed to be riveted on my every move...probably memorizing for when it was her turn. That thought had me groaning against Buffy’s pussy as my dick went from pretty-hard to fricken obsidian. I left off licking and began to suck her clit hard, wanting to send her over the edge before I ended up cumming on the sheets.

Fortunately Buffy was just as turned-on as I was because it was only a few moments later and she was bucking like a rodeo horse. Unlike Willow, she didn’t scream my name, but she moaned it loud enough that I could feel my bones rattling.

“God, Xander!” Buffy panted out after finally coming to rest.

I loved the little shivers she made with each sweep of my tongue as I cleaned her up.

“Told ya!” Willow giggled.

“Ok, now I know why you walk around with that big grin all the time!” Buffy said, sounding astonished.

“Lie on your back, Xan,” Willow told me with a sultry smile.

I happily complied; hoping one of them would do something about my ‘swelling’ issue. It was actually becoming painful in its intensity.

“Look at him, Buff,” Willow nearly crooned. “Isn’t he beautiful?”

“I think you’re both beautiful...I can’t believe this is happening,” Buffy answered with an intense mix of emotions. I saw happiness, and wonder and fear and disbelief cross her _expression_ in short order.

“Oh it’s real, see?” Willow asked, taking Buffy’s hand and moving it to wrap around my dick.

“Holy God!” I grunted out at the sight and the feel. They looked so different, one luminous, freckled ivory...the other golden tan, except for the creamy-white flesh of her breasts and surrounding her triangle of brown fur.

Thank God I was rendered speechless, 'cause I immediately thought, ‘carpet does not match the drapes.’

“This fits in you?” Buffy asked, incredulous as she stroked softly up and down, causing my ego to swell, and unfortunately my dick too. It was definitely becoming uncomfortably hard.

“Oh yeah,” Willow said, sounding so damn sexy. “And it feels sooo good!”

Buffy gulped, eyes wide with shock.

“Gah!” I grunted. “You two are killing me here! You’re so damn sexy I can’t stand it!”

Willow giggled. Evil woman.

Buffy blushed, smiled and dropped her gaze away from mine.

“You wanna go first?” Willow asked Buffy, gesturing to my dick.

“Um, I...I’ve never,” Buffy trailed off sounding embarrassed.

“Really?” Willow asked, echoing my unspoken surprise.

Holy...I was going to get to be Buffy’s first?

“I thought, I mean you’ve had lots of boyfriends, I thought?” Willow babbled.

“Well, there was some kissing and even some touching...but never,” Buffy babbled right back, bringing a smile to my face despite the near-agony I was feeling.

“I mean, there was fingers...but never more than that,” she continued, now sounding very shy.

“Well, I would think with all your fighting and stuff—and the cheerleading before that, you probably already broke your hymen,” Willow said very matter-of-factly. “It shouldn’t hurt too much at first, and believe me, even if it does, it starts to feel pretty good really quick!”

I was about to have sex with Buffy Summers. And my beloved Willow was right there egging her on. Could life really get any more perfect?

I reached out, stroking Buffy’s thigh in what I hope was an encouraging way. “We can go as slow as you want, Buffy. You’re in control.”

“God I love you guys!” she blurted out.

Willow and I were almost in chorus as we returned the sentiment.

She moved to straddle me and my breath caught in my throat at the pure, sexy beauty of her. I looked to Willow and saw that she too was highly excited. I slid my hand down her back, giving one butt-cheek a gentle squeeze before moving between her legs to stroke her.

So wet and slick. If I’d had any doubts about Willow’s excitement level, that would have blown them away.

My attention snapped back to Buffy as she slid down over me. We both let out a loud, long groan as she took me into her. Jeeze she was so tight!

“You feel so good in me!” she moaned out, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

“Oh my God, Xander!” Willow cried. “Buffy! You two...two...Oh!” she finished with a strangled scream as she came, drizzling my hand with her honey-sweetness.

“Holy wow!” Buffy whispered with a look of awe on her face.

I moved my hand as Will collapsed onto her side, breathing hard and smiling widely.

Buffy started moving on me, slowly at first, but pretty soon she had a good pace going. Either Willow was right, or slayer healing had kicked in, cause she was feeling no pain as she started in with the moaning.

I’ve got a screamer and a moaner for lovers...there can’t be a luckier guy in the world than me right now.

I started to reach down to help Buffy along, 'cause I knew it wasn’t going to take me long, but Willow beat me to it. “Mmm, let me,” she said, moving to straddle my legs behind the slayer. She wrapped her arms around her and moved one hand down to rapidly swipe her clit, making Buffy moan even louder.

After a minute, Willow pulled Buffy tight to her, stopping her movements and quickly said, “Do that thing, Xan!”

The moment Buffy had stopped, my body had already reacted; I started pistoning up into her with rapid, hard movements. Our bodies slapped together loudly as I bounced under her. Hopefully the tone and volume of Buffy’s moaning meant she was about to cum, 'cause I was right there.

I felt her clamp down hard on my about a second before I started emptying into her, crying her name loudly. I wouldn’t have noticed the end of the world in that moment—Buffy’s beautiful face tensed with passion, and Willow looking over her shoulder at both of us...that was all I could see as I felt the giant wave of pleasure running though me.

Some indeterminate eternity later, Buffy was collapsed on my chest, my cock still buried inside her. Willow was on her side, embracing both of us.

I don’t know who started it, but pretty soon we were all saying ‘I love you’s to each other and trading wet, open kisses.

I didn’t know what the next day was going to bring, but I know right then I was as happy as someone could get.

Merry Christmas indeed!

TheBear!

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